Sandra's POV
I watched in amusement as Tyson left my room with his broad shoulders, confidence, and that annoying air of arrogance that he had.
The door clicked shut, and I couldn't hold it anymore as a surge of anger welled up inside me, hot and bitter.
How could he not see what was so obvious? How could he be so immersed in her that he forgot about me?
I flung the pillow off my lap, sending it hurtling across the room.
“Whoosh!”
It landed with a soft thud, quite different from what it wanted to do, but regardless, it did nothing to soothe the anger brewing within me.
This was not how things were supposed to go, I growled in frustration
Elizabeth was a measly fly, making me upset at how long it was taking to take her away from our equation.
And not only that, but the disruptio
